Haikus and the Shiba Inu Adventure_Newton's Cradle and a Rat_Brunch with Grandma_Third Time’s Th
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Haikus and the Shiba Inu Adventure
This adventure hereIs told in Haiku poems Our story begins…The mountains sat quietInside the temple, he satThe Shiba InuBreathe in and breathe out It was meditation hourIt had been since dawnNash was his real name He was a trained and skilled dogHis master was Kai“Meditation done”“Time now to follow the ball”Kai threw Nash the ballNash caught it mid-airHe rolled it back panting hard“Remember your breath”“Tai Chi begins there”“You must respond not react”“We must be aware”The ball squeaked loudlyNash fought the urge to chase it“Watch it roll down hill”“Detach from the ball”“The ball does not def...
Newton's Cradle and a Rat
“We’re running out of time!” Ding* Ding* “we’re running out of time!” Ding* Ding*. Yasha looked up at the other side of the door’s threshold as he climbed up the short stairs into the passenger car. There was a small cat standing on its hind legs, similar to the way a person would. It was dressed in a blue train conductor's uniform and it was covered in white fur with a few black spots, including one on its eye.“We’re running out of time!” It squeaked again. “The doors are closing! We need to stay on schedule! We can’t be late to the next stop!….we’re going to be late!!”Yasha looked up. He...
Brunch with Grandma
This piece pes into a conversation surrounding Asian American racismI am driving to brunch with Grandma and Grandpa today. I am determined to fulfill my role as the household scheduler and get to know them better. The wedding band on my left finger still feels foreign. It’s November which means that it’s cold and grey out, but the hope of the holidays fills the air. As the old time carol says, “even stop lights blink a bright red and green.” My husband is in the passenger seat changing the radio stations absentmindedly searching for anything other than holiday carols. I’m exwww.onedoor.cccited; we haven’t...
Third Time’s The Charm
He was on the cusp of a dream that had something to do with weddings when Nathan was forcefully awoken by the incessant beeping of a clock alarm. Underneath the noise, he could hear someone cooking over the single hot plate in the kitchenette. After turning the alarm off and rolling around reluctantly in bed for a few minutes, Nathan finally tossed his legs over the edge and got up.In the bathroom, he washed his face and took a razor to the stubble that had sprouted over the last twenty-four hours. After rinsing, he tipped a bottle of his favorite aftershave into the palm of his hand, rubbed h...